The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-12-22

your sweetheart tonight, and treat
me to everything" laughed the lady
So Cecil went for the flowers. But
when he reached Jen's stand 1t was
deserted, and Jen out OF sight He
was turning away disappointedly when
a voice behind him spoke his name
timidly.
"Mr. CecilP'
The boy wheeled around quickly.
"Why, Dorothy! am 80 glad to
see you! When did you Gomez"
'Long ago." the child answered with
a happy little laugh. ~ has thegrab'
bag; and. Mr.. Cecil, ! want you to
take this, please. ] saved the flowers
and made 1t for YOU"
The little girl was holding tiny
bunch OF blue-eyed violets, Nesting
against the sweet.smelling arbutus,
toward him.
"How lovely" cried Cecil, delighted.
ly. "And how kind OF you Dorrie, to
save it for me. shall wear it all the
evening. Come now with me to see
my aunt. She loves little girls"
Dorothy followed him timidly; but
her shyness soon wore of, for Miss
Agatha Beane possessed the happy
faculty OF putting people ut once at
their ease. The little girl brought her
grab-bag and stationed herself at the
lady's side, and Cecil, as often as he
could, came and talked with them.
"How much do you ask for one Of
those mysterious grabs?" he inquired,
I,,,;,,e, ono ~ h,o x,;oito
sTen cents"
"Ten cents! What fortune
Nevertheless, I'll try once" So Cecil
paid the delighted little one, plunged
his hand deep into the bag, and drew
out-what do you think? Why, o
little black kittenl Yes, a real live
kitten.
Dorothy laughed gleeiully.
at must have crawled in" she
cried. Poor little kitty, she j.
frightened. Amt she sweet, Mr.. Cecil2'
"Lovely. But what shall / do with
herr The house is full OF cats now
Will you take her, Dorrie?"
The little girl shook her head.
aunt Jen hates EN-" she said sad.
", land Joe would drownd it,"
"Let us see il We cannot think OF a
PLAN" said Aunt Agatha, drawing
Dorothy to her. kitty must be pro
vided for in some way. Do you not
know OF some one who would like her,
dear?"
Dorothy considered.
There's the Greens; they hate 'em
worse an Aunt Jen. Then there's the
Joneses; they've got four baby ones
and a mother; and then there's Polly
Winters; she went to the hospital last
week and Tom mccarthy, he's awful
cross to me. Then there's"
But, Dorrie," interrupted Cecil, as
gravely as possible, ''never mind
about those you don't want to give
kitty to, dear. Try to think OF some
body who is sick or something, and
who would like cat"
~ can't, Mr.. Cecil, cause most
everybody's well 'cept old Hester,
what the doctor said couldn't live till
morning, and Jen's cousin Nell, that
broke her foot and is going to the city
to be mended. That's all Mr.. Cecil"
"And certainly they don't stand in
need OF kitten, do they, Aunt Aga
THAI"
Hardly" said the lady smiling
"Rut, Cecil dear, these is some one
reckoning to you. Go and see what
is wanted. And now, Dorrie, suppose
we let the kitty question alone for
while and have nice little talk. Come
and sit in my lap, won't you? Pllsee
that the kitten has q home"
Ceci, was gone a long time, and Miss
Deane drew from the child the story
OF her early life. At the age of three
years Dorothy had been left an or
phan, dependent upon her aunt for
support. Poor little girl! Jane VIII.
son was not the woman to train the
delicate, sensitive child, who
shrank from everything coarse
and unladylike. No one in that
family was q fit. companion for
little Dorothy. She was O. lovable lit
tie thing. so simple and yet so bright,
that she won Aunt Agatha's heart at
once, and when Cecil came to say that
his duties for the evening were over
she was quite determined to do some
thing Tor the child. She said nothing
to her nephew until they were driving
along the smooth, silent road toward
home. Cecil was at first very talka-
tive, and ratified on about the success
of the fair; how busy he had been and
SO on, without giving his aunt chance
to put in q word. She sat silent.
scarcely listening to him, but assent.
ing to everything he said in that alb
stracted way we so often fall into. At
length Cecil's bright face clouded. and
he too grew silent. But not for long.
"Aunt Agatha" he said, 'are you
tired or angry, or what is the matter.
lou are 50 silent. I'm afraid have